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I listened wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would've been Constantine's voice singing. If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

Kathryn Stockett

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Kathryn Stockett
Age: 56
Born: 1969
Born: January 1
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Mississippi
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